?Chapter 173:
The treatment they received was extraordinary, akin to being the proprietors rather than guests. Doors swung open before them, respectful bows were given, and even their chairs were pulled out at the conference table.
Then came the coffee, rare and exquisite, its rich aroma enhancing the room’s sophisticated atmosphere.
Taking a tentative sip, Vincenzo couldn’t resistmenting, “This coffee is exceptional! It surpasses even those in my collection.” In response, thewyer facing them bowed deeply and presented his business card. “Mr. Casadei, Miss Watson, it’s a privilege to represent you. Please, inform me of your needs — whether it’s seeking damages from the defendant or pursuing a custodial sentence, I am at your disposal. Should it exceed my capabilities, I will find a way.”
Vincenzo coughed, almost spitting out his coffee in surprise. Although familiar with legal professionals, this level of opulence was unheard of at a firm like Zenith Legal. He could hardly believe the special treatment they were receiving. If the word spread, it would surely be a story people would be eager to boast about. Yet, deep down, he recognized that hecked the influence needed to deserve such a level of attention. Clearly, this extraordinary reception was orchestrated for Maia’s sake.
Vincenzo cast a curious nce at Maia, inhaling sharply. Who was Maia, really? Memories of Maxwell’s cautionary words surfaced, stirring a wave of difort within him.
Maia, meanwhile, chuckled softly in frustration. She had no doubts about who was orchestrating these disys: Elvira, using her elder brother’s influence in yet another attempt to impress. It was growing tiresome. Online rumors had already portrayed her as a figure with substantial clout. Seeing Vincenzo’s shocked face, Maia realized that no exnation would convince him otherwise; he’d likely think she was downying her connections. He wouldn’t ept that she was merely amon woman with no powerful allies, freshly out of imprisonment.
Deciding not to linger on these thoughts, she shifted the conversation to the specifics of their legal case.
After two hours at the firm, they left, receiving the same vigorous send-off as on their arrival. Reflecting on Maxwell’s caution and the deferential treatment from thewyers, Vincenzo maintained a respectful distance. “Miss Watson, today’s achievements are all thanks to your intervention. Without your influence, Zenith Legal surely…”
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“Wouldn’t have epted our case.” He paused, then added with sincerity, “I have a favor to ask, and I hope you won’t decline, Miss Watson.”
“Let’s hear it,” Maia said.
“I wish to pay the legal fees for this case. It involves both of us, and I feel it’s only right that I contribute,” Vincenzo said earnestly. “I’d be restless otherwise.”
Maia saw no reason to object. Yet, she suspected Elvira might ensure the fees were never billed. Nevertheless, she nodded, allowing Vincenzo to proceed as he desired.
With a relieved exhale, Vincenzo thanked her and took his leave.
Maia then made her way back to Marvelous Garden. She still had time to visit Kathie for dinner. Swiftly, she prepared a nutritious meal enriched with medicinal herbs and took it to the hospital.
After spending some time with Ethan and Kathie, she departed. As evening fell, Maia returned to Elysium Apartments. The streetlights had just flickered on, casting a warm, amber glow. A bright full moon dominated the night sky, and a soft breeze rustled through the air.
Approaching the entrance of her apartmentplex, Maia noticed a striking red Porsche parked conspicuously nearby. It was impossible for her to overlook; it stood out too much.
Leaning casually against the car, sunsses perched on her nose, was Elvira. She wore a faint smile and raised an eyebrow as she looked in Maia’s direction.
Maia furrowed her brows. “What are you doing here?”
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